Ding Dong! As I have to gasp, swallow
I feel as hollow as….
My heart races, I look down at who I see here in poet corner~
it is him… [“Mr. Poetnumber1!”]
my smile goes very big~~~~

I do not know why I could not stop thinking ‘bout you
Maybe it is the things you say, the way you do, what you do here in poet corner~~
When you were away, thoughts of you persistently taunt my mind
I am like a friend searching for a remedy of your poetry to be found.

Ding Dong! Gasp, swallow
Close my eyes and took a deep breath
“hey it, poetnumber1 how you been…
”Wow, how surprising as…
I respond “nothing much my poet friend.”


Minutes, hours, trying to pass the time you were away~
watching my screen closely for a sign you would log on today~~
Seems my only reality in this computer-generated space
is planning, plotting, negotiating…feels like an endless chase.
It is a place, with no more than many thoughts~~
These thoughts…desires…cravings, make me a sinner

Your words at their finest…
Hum, pleasure for the mind
to learn more of you,
Each thought another motion of picture from your write~~~

It is all about you
fun pleasure, virtual yet so real
It is all about your thoughts of the many words as to~~
The way your words make me feel
It is all about poem’s all written here
The fantasies so sweet
like honey dripping from the keys
My eyes crave a treat when I read your next write.

Ding Dong! Gasp, swallow
A flash across the screen
“hey, how you been”
I think a bit then startle, not knowing what to say.
I pause, breath a moment,
He’s back…yeah! It is
I smile, position myself, place my fingers on the keys
Time to write a~~~~~
[WELCOME BACK MY POET FRIEND]